Medical News Flash: Spending time on the shooting range with a Beretta 92 cures PMS.
… and yes, ASSHOLE, i still get PMS.
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just three shots of tequila away from a bar fight….
Medical News Flash: Spending time on the shooting range with a Beretta 92 cures PMS.
… and yes, ASSHOLE, i still get PMS.
Lucky you! I’m ten years on the other side and still getting heatwaves.Jesus! If we were both packing heat???
i have always joked that the perfect elite “special forces” team would be a pack of specially trained women, with synchronized PMS. chocolate drop, 100 yards behind enemy lines… but the concept breaks down because there is somewhere, some poor bastard who will have to give them the order…
Packing heat! That’s what I’m calling it from now on! Mwa ha ha.
Welcome to The Park, Andrea — and THAT is a pretty brilliant comment! i’m goin to have to use that!
(waves in direction of Vancouver) Andrea’s another of my high-octane blogmates.
dinahmow, you certainly hang out with some international lovelies! delighted to be in your posse!
I ain’t making no claims against a woman with loaded gun. I know better.
you might live to a crispy, crunchy old age… “duck and cover”. good plan.
Our little femme fatale… watch out boys!
Shooting has always been a secret fantasy of my own.
The Boy went out with me and Studley (and his new Beretta), and we had a grand time shootin’ our way through the arsenal. A little frightening that The Boy was the one giving the safety briefing on each weapon. But it was AMAZINGLY therapeutic!
Studley likes his toys doesn’t he? 😉
he’s trying to collect the whole set! yippee!
The second sentence in the post says the first ……. may not be true. *ducking for cover*
you are correct in your observation. and should probably be moving along at a fast pace….
HAHA! This is so many levels of awesome. I’m surprised the NRA hasn’t used this as a PSA.
Hi bschooled! Thanks for stopping by! And yes, this would be a fabulous ad for the NRA. i am not a ‘gun person’. i’ve done some target, skeet and trap shooting in the past with folks who know what they are doing, and found it fun and challenging.
today was all about blowing the shit out of a bunch of targets as fast as i could. until i got yelled at by a cranky old guy for violating the ‘rapid fire’ rule of the range. bastard.
Damn! You look good, Girl! Go get ’em! If I ask nicely, will you kill people for me? There’s a few people at work lately…
i can’t aim well enough to actually hit anything. if i ever need something for home defense, or to deal with zombies, it’ll have to be an ‘alley sweeper’ (sawed off shotgun) which requires no aim…
And for me? Please. Only a dozen or so, and I am only related to two.
as i told robin, i’ve learned that i can’t shoot… however, when sufficiently enraged, i can tear someone’s head off with my words. and make them run and hide…
I’m keeping my head below the parapet for as long as necessary *gulp*. BTW, your hair is looking VERY nice.
my hair? MY HAIR? My hair looks like HELL! it’s falling out again, and frizzy, and i’d completely shave my head if it weren’t for the scars from the car accident in ’82 that make me look like frankenstein…
yeah yeah yeah..what would really impress me is if you could “suck a golf ball through a garden hose”. Then I’ll be scared.
My brother has plenty of big guns, small guns and bad ass bows that I can barely pick up let alone pull back the string to shoot..he’s a true hunter, not the hillbilly kind. I’ve know how to shoot a gun since I was a kid. I’ve never owned one since I usually have issues with controlling the old PMS. Though now the law allows for those kind of mental cop-outs during trial. *hmmm, rethinks purchasing a gun*
ummmm…. i’m going with “no comment” to the front end of that one! i am highly unlikely to ever own a gun – just don’t love them, and know very little about them. but i do enjoy going out with folks who know what they’re doing and blowing the crap out of clay pigeons every now and then!
for some reason while reading this particular story, the movie line popped up in my head. I can’t even remember the name of it just that it was a pretty good movie. Just goes to show how old I am to remember that old line.
Bang bang. Looks like fun.
Sounds like I should take my wife to the range.
you might try it sometime. depending on her mood, you may want to load her up with blanks to get started…. just in case…
One of my favorite ways to reduce stress and “get my head right”.
Blow shit up!
lol
I learned how to use a gun properly and shoot when I was about 8-9, and have been a fan ever since.
Packin’ heat …. bwahahahahaha!
Blow ’em all to hell Daisyfae! =)
as a kid, i was a classic 4th of July pyromaniac with the illegal fireworks. shooting on a range is far safer, i think. although i did unexpectly unload the .30-.30 and about crapped my pants in the process…
so who are you picturing as you aim at the other end of the target range?
or maybe i shouldn’t ask that… [sits quietly in the corner]
what are you lookin’ at, shit head? nothing to see here…. move along, fella… 😉
The shooting range is a viable alternative to mountains of chocolate cake.
i may have to combine these two tactics. perhaps i could bypass menopause symptoms altogether!